Tag: pumpkins

FATHER by Frances Frost My father’s face is brown with sun, his body tall and limber. His hands are gentle with beast or child and strong as hardwood timber. My father’s eyes are the colors of sky, clear blue

journal entry: Grandpa likes to leave the pumpkins on their vines until the last possible moment. This year, the weather stayed warm well into November but the pumpkins were ready in late September. The Grandchildren keep track of the

journal entry: We took pumpkins with us when we went for a visit. And paints. And glitter spray. And glow-in-the-dark paint. Mom had painting shirts handy and dad set up a table in the driveway. I poured the

journal entry: Music to my ears. The Pumpkins Are Ready ! That means lots of fun. Fun only children could think of in a pumpkin patch. It is especially fun to harvest pumpkins at the end of the day. When

“Never trust anything that can think for itself if you can’t see where it keeps its brain.” -JK Rowley from Harry Potter- journal entry: This little witch wants you to come in for spell. Wonder what kind of spell? She

“Shadows of a thousand years rise again unseen; Voices whisper in the trees: Tonight is Halloween.” -Unknown- journal entry: I am quite sentimental about a lot of things. I have collected a few Halloween decorations from “I don’t remember where.”

“Grandpa, look at our hands. They’re the same !” -Holden and Grandpa Painting Pumpkins- journal entry: It is October. Pumpkins are ready. All are harvested and lined up in the garden. Children have opinions about pumpkins. Once they have picked

“If the pumpkin fits – wear it.” -Anyone- journal entry: I didn’t have a blog when I took these photographs of a new little pumpkin. I don’t mean the orange pumpkin with the stem. I mean the human one. Even

“He’ll come here because I have the most sincere pumpkin patch and he respects sincerity.” -Linus to Charlie Brown speaking about The Great Pumpkin- journal entry: We planted the pumpkins later this year, hoping to stretch their ripening all the